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anime-addict-362 · 2 years

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Shinsou's Safe Place

Request: Hi! First of all - love your work, you're an amazing writer. Second, would you be open to do some sub hitoshi? ummm maybe sum starting with angst - maybe he feels not good enough/too villainous and y/n has to fuck it out of him?

A/N: Thanks for requesting :))) And sorry it took so long! I ran into some issues along the process of making it. I didn't know if fucking it out of him meant pegging or not, since I do write a lot of pegging things but I was already halfway through and it seemed too late to ask. I went ahead and stuck with just normal sex, since not everyone is into the whole pegging thing.

CW: Nsfw, Top (female) Y/N, Bottom Shinsou, Shinsou needs assurance, oral (receiving), fingering (receiving), hand job, riding, Shinsou begs a lot, Y/N likes teasing, some fluff in the end

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Shinsou hadn't always been the most confident. There was always one insecurity or another poking at his mind whenever he was out of his house. His house was his safe space.

Alone in his smaller house, with all his needs and wants. He lived practically in the middle of nowhere, no neighbors, just trees and field. He was alone and he liked it like that.

No one was around to tell him to turn his music down, or tell him that he HaD tO WeAr PaNtS. Losers.

ESPECIALLY no one was around to tell him that he had to sleep at a regular time or couldn't have ice cream for dinner. He had no rules in his house. He had no insecurities in his house. It was HIS safe place.

Then Y/N came along.

He bumped into her in a train station, and completely knocked her down. Shinsou was quick to apologize and help her up. She looked awfully familiar but he couldn't think of her name.

"I'm so sorry, are you okay," He asked, grabbing her hand to help her onto her feet.

"Uh, yeah, I'm okay," He watched as she quickly went digging into her bag, then frowned. "My camera broke though."

"Fuck, okay, how much was it," He pulled his wallet out, at the view of the completely shattered camera.

"Nah, it's all good. I can replace it myself," She shrugged. "It's pretty expensive."

"And I have about 888,000 yen here," Shinsou shrugged.

(Uh just to give an idea maybe: 7000 US Dollars, 5,500 Pounds, 9,806 Australian Dollars)

"...you keep that much money on you," She questioned.

"I don't trust banks."

"Well okay," She shook her head. "But as long as the card is intact, it's fine. I have the money to replace it."

"Where do I know you from," Shinsou asked, getting genuinely curious.

"Oh! I'm a reporter. I do a lot of work that revolve around heroes and such," Then she tilted her head. "You want to pay me back?"

"Yeah, name a price and I got it," He looked back to his wallet.

"Let me do a story on you," His eyes shot up, watching her smile brighten.

"You recognize me?"

"I practically live around heroes, I spot them anywhere," She pulled out her phone. "Give me your number. I will be contacting you."

"And what happens if I don't let you do the story," He questioned.

"Then Japan shall know how Brain Rot shattered my camera and all my work and just walked away," His eyes widened.

"Seriously?"

She scoffed. "Hell no. I'm a reporter, not a bitch," She bit her lip. "But I do desperately need a new story. Villain attacks are going down so that means there is nothing interesting around. BUT if I can interview the one under ground hero who has never been in any kind of interview, then I get ahead of the game."

"...alright, deal," He nodded.

That was about 10 months ago. Shinsou ended up giving Y/N her story, but they also got to know each other during that time. They started dating admittedly quickly, but it worked out in the end so neither minded.

As for Shinsou, he always thought of he started dating someone that cared for him, especially like how Y/N did, his insecurities would magically go away. Why would he be insecure when someone as genuine and gorgeous as Y/N would love him?

He was wrong. If anything, they got worse. He was constantly worrying about his body, never wearing any less than a hoodie and sweatpants around her.

Always worried about his quirk accidentally going off, barely talking or zoning out to focus on not using it on her.

He was terrified of doing something wrong with touching her, so he let her start anything intimate.

He was scared he was going to say something wrong and ruin everything, so he was rehearsing things he would say to her like a dork.

Whenever Y/N asked about any of this, he brushed it off and enclosed himself in his own mind. Suddenly, his safe place wasn't his home anymore. He was constantly thinking of ways he would fuck up.

Shinsou degraded himself when he did something wrong, thinking Y/N would be mad at him. But she never was. She was never mad at him for anything. More just confused on why he was so closed off.

Shinsou had a particularly hard day, and was laid on his couch. The fire in the fireplace crackled, the only light that lit up the room. He stared at the wall, thinking about the horrible things people yelled at him that day.

So many horrible things. About his looks, the way he acted, his quirk, his ability to help others, it got to him. He didn't want to cry, he really didn't want to. But god, he couldn't help it.

He cried quietly into his pillow, trying to calm himself down. For fucks sake, he was a pro hero. He should be able to handle some words being thrown at him if he could take a gunshot to the leg.

Without thinking much, Shinsou grabbed his phone and called Y/N. She answered on the third ring.

"Hi Hitoshi," She sounded so happy. He almost hung up to not ruin her night with this.

"Hey Y/n... Are you busy? Can you come over? I had a bad day," His voice was shaky and he could barely keep it together enough to talk clear.

"What's wrong? I'm not busy, I'll be over in a little bit," She sounded worried.

"Okay. Thank you."

"Of course, darling."

It was about 20 minutes later when he heard keys jingle and her shoes clacking against the hardwood floors. "Honey, where are you?"

"Couch," He croaked out, forcing himself to sit up. He watched Y/N enter the living room, immediately sitting by him.

"What's wrong? What happened today," Her voice was so gentle, a hand going to push hair out of his face, the other wiping a tear away. "Unless you don't want to talk about it. I can just sit here if that works better for you."

Suddenly, Hitoshi just broke down. Y/N being that sweet to him was the last straw. He tucked himself into her arms as she rubbed his back, whispering that he was okay, rocking him gently.

Shinsou didn't remember the last time he was comforted like this but it felt nice. Y/N didn't let go of him, wiping his tears away and patiently waiting for him to calm down. He could only think of one question he had been dying to ask Y/N forever.

"Why do you love me," He looked up at her, not letting go or leaving her arms. "I'm genuinely asking."

"Honey," Y/N frowned, wiping the remaining tears from his face. "Where is this coming from?"

"I don't see how you could love me. I'm not that great of a hero, I'm so closed off, I'm not good looking, I could accidentally snap and use my quirk on you and that's terrifying. I want to know why you love me after all of that. How you could possibly see anything good in me?"

Y/N paused, then adjusted so Shinsou was more sat up and looking her in the eye. "I love everything about you, Hitoshi Shinsou. As corny as that sounds, it's true. I love your flaws just as much as I love your strengths."

Y/N sat up on her knees, kissing his forehead. "You're an amazing hero, Hitoshi. You make mistakes, every hero does. If anyone would know that, it's me. I don't mind you being closed off. You might accidentally use your quirk on me but you would never hurt me, huh? You would never let anything bad happen to me."

"No, I wouldn't," He shook his head, shivering when her lips lightly carressed his neck.

"As for your looks... You are the most gorgeous man I've ever see," She breathed, hands moving from his back to his sides. "You're beautiful purple eyes, the messy hair, the sexy eyebags."

"You're lying-"

"I'm not," She laid him down on the couch, getting on top of him. He felt her hands start to explore, and just breathed heavily in response. It felt nice. "Your body is perfect. Your perfectly sculpted hands, long legs, skinny yet so, so strong at the same time. You have it all, darling."

She held his hand, and then pulled it up to her lips gently. She kissed down his arm. "I love this hand. I love this wrist. I love this arm."

Shinsou huffed out a breath of air, watching and listening to her. She moved to his neck, whispering, "I love this neck. I love leaving hickies on your pale skin. They look so pretty on you. You always look good in purple."

Slowly, her hands slid under his shirt. "Is this okay, Hitoshi? Can I take your shirt off?"

"Yes," He nodded.

He helped her slide it off. He felt the warmth of the fire warm his skin, but goosebumps still ran up his arms as Y/N's nails lightly dragged against his chest. And again, she leaned down and started kissing.

"I love this chest, I love this stomach," She locked eyes with him and he didn't miss the way her back arched as she slid down, ass moving into the air. "I love your hips. I love your ribs."

Shinsou struggled to catch his breath. Then she leaned down to his nipple and kissed gently, before pulling it into her mouth with a moan. He whimpered, head wanting to fall back. But it was pushed against the armrest, making him watch this.

"I love these nipples. So pretty," She ran her nails over them, flicking them and watching him jump. Her hands slid to his sweatpants, and she looked to him for permission.

"Yes, please," Shinsou nodded quickly, lifting his hips and helping her. He was getting hard quickly.

Again, she leaned down and moved down his leg, kissing and carressing gently to the point, he wanted to shiver. "You're so pretty Shinsou. So gorgeous. So fucking handsome. I'm so in love with you. All of you."

She leaned forward, wrapping his legs around her waist. "Can I make you feel good, baby?"

"Yes, yes please," He groaned, moving closer. Shinsou watched Y/N smile sweetly at him, leaning down and finally giving him a proper kiss.

"I love your lips. They're so soft. They speak the voice that makes me repeatedly fall in love with you. They kiss me with so much adoration. They leave me constantly wanting more from you. More kisses, more talking, just more. That's all I ever want from your touch. I crave you. I crave more of you. I fucking love you, Hitoshi."

"I love you to- ah," He moaned as she grinded right between his legs, the rough fabric of her jeans rubbing against him perfectly.

"What was that," She giggled, biting his lip.

"I- I love- fuck, Y/N," She kept grinding on him.

"You're going to have to say it louder," She grabbed the arm rest behind his head for stability as she kept a pace of grinding on him.

"C'mon Y/N," He moaned, hands grabbing the couch. "I love you too, ple- please don't stop."

"I would never," She gasped like she was offended, then giggled as he pushed his hips against hers. "You're so desperate. Just over some grinding? I can do so much better than that."

"Please do it, oh god," He groaned, meeting her grinds in the pace she set.

"You want more, honey," He nodded roughly, nails digging into the couch. "Okay, spread your legs for me."

Shinsou obeyed, going still when she pulled away. She didn't bother to take his boxers off, just pulling them down and letting his dick free.

"You're even pretty down here," Y/N's hand lightly wrapped around his dick, slowly stroking him. His breathing kept getting heavier.

"Want more," He spoke after a minute.

Y/N sighed, continuing her slow pace. "Don't get greedy on me Shinsou. Take what I give you and you'll get what you want."

Shinsou just nodded, head laying back. His mind was spinning. He didn't know what to focus on. Y/N's hand, her voice, the pleasure he was feeling, or the fact he was still on the verge of crying.

After a few minutes of feeling like the stimulation wasn't enough to get off, he decided to just relax and enjoy it. It felt amazing. It was his and Y/N's first time. Why rush it?

"Oh, such a good boy," Y/N kissed him. "So relaxed, taking it so great. You're so pretty with your face all red. Blushing so hard."

"Oh fuck, Y/N," Shinsou huffed before leaning up and kissing her. She hummed, kissing back and quickening her hand.

"You're such a beauty."

Shinsou grabbed onto her, hips starting to fuck themselves into her hand. "It- it's so good. It feel so good Y/N."

"You're such a mess, over just my hand," Y/N pouted. "I wanted to ride you but I doubt you can take it."

"NO- No Y/N, please I can take it," He yelled out, eyes rolling back. He was going to come.

"I don't think you can, Hitoshi. Just seeing how you're reacting to my hand..." Y/N sighed, pulling her hand away and Shinsou groaned, hips still trying to chase her.

"N- no no no, please Y/N. I'm begg- I'm fucking begging! I want to come, I want inside of you! Please Y/N," He sobbed, moving to start humping her thigh. He groaned, hands gripping her hips.

"Then say you're beautiful," Y/N whispered gently into his ear, kissing his temple right after. "Tell me how gorgeous you are. How good you look. How much you accomplished. I want to hear you say how great you are."

"But Y/N-" She cut his whine off.

"If you want me to ride your pretty cock until you come, you'll look me in the eye and tell me," She suddenly roughly grabbed his face, making him look at her. "Say it."

"I'm beauti- beautiful," He gasped, still humping her thigh like a whore.

"Good boy. Keep going."

"I'm a good hero," He whined, the texture of her jeans catching on his tip.

"Mhm."

"I... I- oh god! I worked hard for everything I have," He moved his hips faster, feeling like he was going to come once again.

"You may be pretty and smart, but man, are you a fucking whore," Y/N laughed bitterly, watching Shinsou's legs clench. "Go on, Hitoshi. Come on my thigh like a dog. That's what you are right now, huh? My fucking dog."

"YES, OH- OH GOD YES Y/N," He choked, coming.

Once he came down from his high, he watched Y/N use two fingers to wipe his come off of her jeans, then lick them. She slowly smiled, looking down at him, where he was panting with a wide eyed expression. "You're lucky you taste good."

She grabbed the rest off of her, and pulled his head back. "Mouth open," He obeyed, and licked her fingers cleaned.

He sucked her fingers, cleaning them thoroughly. He desperately tried not to moan but a few slipped. "You're such a good boy, Hitoshi."

Y/N was back to being gentle, holding his face in her hands and kissing him all over the face. He smiled, feeling Y/N's happiness practically shine off of her.

"We can stop, baby," Y/N spoke up, leaning back to look at him. "We don't have to go further tonight."

"No Y/N, I want you. I especially want you to finish, one way or another," He assured her before kissing her.

Shinsou's hands were shaky as they held Y/N, she noticed. "Are you nervous?"

"A little," He admitted.

"Don't be nervous, baby," Y/N smiled softly. "It's just me. You're safe with me. I will let nothing happen to you, alright?"

Shinsou nodded, kissing her before he could get all emotional. Why was he so emotional tonight?

Slowly, he moved to take her shirt off. He took her helping him as a good sign.

They continued to move slowly, kissing each other's bodies. They were both breathing heavily, pulling remaining clothes off.

Once their naked bodies were pressed together, Shinsou leaned forward, laying Y/N back. "Wanna eat you out, Y/N. Please? Can I Y/N?"

"Yes baby," Y/N nodded, kissing him one last time before he was buried between her legs.

He ate her out like he was desperate, sucking on her clit and fingering her when his tongue wasn't buried as deep as it could be inside of her. He was rough, moaning just as much, if not more than Y/N.

Y/N gripped his hair, controlling his head. His eyes were focused on her's, getting more and more teary eyed as he continued.

"You're doing so good, baby," Y/N spoke breathlessly, trying not to tighten her legs around his head.

Shinsou sucked her clit one last time, dragging his teeth against it, making her come. She moaned out, legs closing around his head. He just moaned back, hands gripping her thighs.

After she came down from her high, she giggled, pulling her legs apart and watcjing him gasp, licking his lips. "Well aren't you a mess?"

"Mhm," He hummed, moving up to kiss her. She kissed back, smile plastered on her face.

"I taste good too," She flipped them, laying him back. "Still wanna continue?"

"Yes, yes please," He nodded, voice rough.

Y/N straddled him completely, letting him get comfortable, before she slowly sat down. Shinsou groaned, hips thrusting up quickly. It felt too good.

"Hey! Stay still," Y/N smacked his chest. "You can't go shoving your dick all the way in within a few seconds. Gotta go slow baby."

"Sorry," He whined, forcing his hips down. "I want more, Y/N. You feel so good."

"Yeah, yeah," Y/N smacked his chest again. "What did I say about being greedy? You'll get what you want, just give me a minute to adjust."

Shinsou nodded, staying still as Y/N adjusted herself. It only took around 1 minute before he was whining again. "You are so fucking needy, Shinsou. Lay down," Y/N shoved his hips back down.

"C'mon Y/N," He huffed, wanting to fuck her. He raised his head, glaring at her. "I've watched porn. It doesn't take this long to adjust. You're teasing me."

"Not every man has a 9 inch cock, asshole," Y/N leaned forward, small smile. "And yes I am."

"I'm already so close," Shinsou gripped her hips, turning his head to kiss her hand, where they were planted for stability. "I wanna come inside of you, Y/N. Wanna fuck you. Please. I'm begging."

"If you're already about to come, how are you going to fuck me," Y/N raised an eyebrow, sitting down fully. Shinsou groaned, throwing his head back. "Beg harder. I'm not convinced."

"Y/N please," He yelled out, hips rutting up. "It feels- Oh god you feel so good! Wanna fuck you- wanna make you come please!"

He sobbed when Y/N yawned, making a show of smacking her lips.

"Please please please, wanna fill you with come," He felt his breathing pick up even more. "I wanna come so bad, you're so tight- PLEASE- Oh fuck- I'm gonna- I'm coming- I'm fucking coming so hard!"

Y/N felt his dick twitch, as his hips started to fuck into her. She sighed, rubbing his chest as he groaned, jaw dropping. He whimpered as he came down, hands loosening her thighs.

"I'm sorry," Shinsou gulped. "It felt too good, I couldn't-"

"It's okay, Hitoshi," Y/N ran a hand through his hair. "You did good. Such a good boy, baby."

Y/N was nice enough to give him a second to calm down. He seemed so fucked out, it seemed wrong to continue on quite yet. She didn't want to fuck him unconscious... Yet.

So she sat there, comforting him until he was able to catch his breath. She was seriously wondering if he was a virgin because he sure as hell was as sensitive as one. Coming almost as soon as she sat? Maybe she was just really hot.

"You okay to continu-"

"Lemme make you come. Want you to come on my cock, please Y/N," He lifted his head to make eye contact. "Please don't make me beg more. I just want you. I want you so bad."

Y/N paused for a second. She's never seen him so vulnerable. So genuine. He was always so closed off, never showing any emotion around her, barely talking, and just listening closely to her. This was new to her. Seeing him so genuine.

Finally, she started to ride him. He moaned, keeping hold of her thighs. "It's so good, Y/N. Don't stop- please don't."

"I thought you were done begging," She huffed with a smile. He really was big, filling her.

"Wanna beg for you," He smiled back, eyes crossing slightly whenever their hips met. "Wanna beg for your pussy. I wanna beg to be your fuck toy. Wanted to forever."

"Then why didn't you say anything," She moaned, hands moving to his chest as she rode harder. "God, you feel so good Hitoshi."

His hands traveled to her hips, to help start moving his own. "Too embarrassed. Too scared to do or say something wrong. I want so much from you, Y/N. It scares me."

"Tell me," She gritted her teeth, one hand moving to his throat ss he slammed into her. "Tell me what the fuck you want from me. I'll give it to you."

He whined loudly, thrusting as deep as he could. "Wanna try everything with you. I want you to tie me up, I want you to fuck my ass with all your strength, I want you to use me however you want for hours on end."

He felt tears start to well, fucking into her as fast as his hips could allow. "But I'm so scared. I don't want to fuck something up. I want to make you happy. I want to feel safe with you and I don't because I'm so insecure. I don't want you to hate me because I make a mistake."

Y/N threw her head back and moaned, his words processing slowly. It was hard to hear him over the sound of their hips smacking together and hard to pay attention with him railing her.

"You're just so perfect," He continued, tears falling. "So gorgeous, so nice, so smart, so funny, you are everything I've ever wanted. I can't mess up."

"FUCK- fuck," Y/N moaned, nails digging into his chest. "I don't want you to be fucking perfect Hitoshi," She dragged her nails down, listening to him hiss and just continue to mian. "I want you. I want all of you, even your mistakes. I love you. I love all of you."

He sobbed, tears falling quickly. "You don't mean that."

"I do baby," She started to breathe heavier. "I mean every word. I want you safe around me, I would do anything to keep you safe. I love you, I love your body, I love when you scrunch your nose ehen I say something weird, I love when you lay your head on my lap when we watch a movie, I love when you listen to me like I'm the only thing that matters. I fucking love you."

Shinsou gasped, coming as Y/N tightened on him. She came as well, moaning out and holding still as he slowly fucked them through it.

When they did, she laid down on him, pulling out. They were both tired, eyes heavy and the warmth of the fire comforting them against the cold of the air.

Shinsou rubbed her back, kissing her. "Did you really mean that?"

"Yes. I meant every word. I love everything about you and I want to stick by your side as long as I can. You make me hapoy and safe, I want to do the same if you would loosen up," She smacked his chest at the end of that, as if scolding him.

"I'm sorry I haven't been so open," He whispered. "I'm just so scared of losing you. Every one of my insecurities just gets worse the second I go to talk or take my shirt off."

"Well, you're naked under me right now, so...," She smiled, propping her head on his chest. "You're safe with me and we can take things slower. If you need some more time to be able to open up more, that's okay. I'll wait."

"But baby," She spoke again, sitting up now. "I truly think you are beautiful, and I love to hear every word you have to say. You can't say or do something wrong if you're just being yourself, Shinsou. Especially around me. I WANT to see you. I WANT to hear you. I want you, fucker."

Shinsou smiled softly, and Y/N wiped away tears he didn't even know were there. "Let's go get cleaned up, Hitoshi. Then we can go to bed and talk about this more tomorrow. We both need sleep."

"Yeah, okay," He nodded, following her when she stood up.

Maybe Shinsou was safest at home. He sure as hell felt like it. But if Y/N was with him, laying with him, making love with him or just talking with him? He knew he was safe with her.

Y/N was his new safe place.

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deleteddewewted · 2 years

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Fic Idea #7???:

W: Body dysphoria, NSFW, Intersex talk

What if Shinso was intersex and was super insecure about his body cause of it? He wants to present more masculine but he couldn't grow any facial hair, the rest of his body was barely hairy, and his features were soft. He constantly worries about what people would think of him and he especially cares about what his partner would think of him. When you come into his life, he feels like his heart is going to explode. You're kind and loving, so incredibly understanding and when you finally get to see him shirtless for the first time, he feels like he was to apologize for the lack of chest hair. You kiss his entire chest that night and kiss his knuckles early in the morning. You make him like his body for once. He isnt fighting with himself over it. So when you both finally get intimate, and he shows you what he has under his pants. When he finally takes off his underwear and is naked in front of you, he didn't expect the soft treatment you gave him. You didn't make weird comments about his sex, you didn't touch him without asking first, and you did when he asked you to touch him down there. You kissed his inner thigh, then bit and left hickeys all over them. You gave him the best blowjob of his life, and he would forever cherish it since it was the first time anyone touched him down there. You watched him squirm and come undone on top of you. He came all over your face and even though he felt bad for cumming and not helping you out, you still reassured him. You showed him nothing but love and adoration. He felt correct in his body for the first time in his life. He had someone who had seen the entirety of his body and didn't judge him for it.

"I love you." He could feel his throat close up as he heard you say those words into the empty room. You nuzzled your head into the crook of his neck and kissed him. You wanted nothing but to show him how perfect he was. Shinso cried as he held you close and mumbled back that he loved you.

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i-literally-cant-with-this · 7 months

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Hitoshi Shinso

Mind Games 👉👌

#shinso mha #shinso smut #mha shinso #shinso x reader #shinso x you #shinso x y/n #mha smut #bnha #bnha dmut #bnha shinso smut #shinso mha smut

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habken · 1 year

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shinsou <3

#bnha #mha #shinsou hitoshi #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bnha shinsou #hitoshi shinsou #hitoshi shinso #habs art #doodles

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nekoo3001 · 2 months

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Aizawa picking up Shinso from the party

Close ups

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peterokii · 2 months

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#kamishin #denki kaminari #kaminari denki #shinso hitoshi #hitoshi shinso #shinsou hitoshi #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #mha #bnha

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collisiondiscourse · 10 months

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fashionista kings

// one of my many pieces for cat's cradle

#bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #codi.png #shinson #hitoshi shinsou #shinso hitoshi #aizawa #aizawa shōta #aizawa shouta

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veenxys · 1 year

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「BNHA Boys reacting to you wiping off their kiss as a joke」

⤷ Bakugou

you were watching a movie that he honestly didn’t care much about. he changed positions all the time and it ended up upsetting you because you really wanted to see the movie, unlike him. he then whispers “sorry” and leaves a kiss on your temple as he puts his arm around your shoulders, you bite your lip to keep from smiling and run your hand across your temple, wiping his kiss away. he stops for a moment and looks at you in complete disbelief. were you mad because he moved too much? you wiped his kiss.. what the-? he couldn’t believe it, so he took the remote and paused the movie playing on the television. “what?” you ask innocently. he looks at you with the same indignant look and you can’t help but laugh at him. “oh, do you think it’s funny?” he says, crossing his arms. even with a playful smile plastered on your face, he still didn’t understand that it was just a joke. “why did you do that?” he asks seriously and you laugh more, knowing you need to talk real or else he’ll go crazy. “it’s just a joke, katsuki!” you tap your fingers lightly on his cheek and before your hand can fall into your lap again he grabs it and pulls you to him kissing all over your face as he says “i want to see if you can clear all these now”

⤷ Deku you took a pillow and put it on his lap, laying down. he smiles and starts stroking your hair with his free hand while the other one holds his phone. you stare at him for a few seconds and he puts his phone down, looking passionately at you. he leans in a little and leaves a soft kiss on your forehead that you’re quick to wipe away. he widens his eyes for a few seconds, swallowing hard because he thought he might have done something wrong that made you upset. it had to be that, right? there was no other reason for you to clean his kiss like that… he stiffens his posture and calls your name in a serious but also worried voice and you look at him with your eyes shining, wondering what was wrong. a part of him was relieved that you didn’t look angry, but another part of him looked even more worried that you didn’t look angry. so what was wrong? what happened? he decides to give you another kiss, this time on your lips. you’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel butterflies in your stomach, but you faked it really well by wiping your lips. you try to stay serious, but the way he looks at you makes you laugh until your cheeks hurt; he’s worried but in such a cute way that you can’t hide it anymore, so you just say it’s a joke and he sighs in relief, laughing with you before kissing you again.

⤷ Kirishima he would be so offended and scared at first that he would have no other reaction than to look at you with his eyes half wide as he stutters something. he tries to search for the right words, but all he can say - in a finely tuned voice - is “what did i do wrong?? is there something on my lips?” you try to look at him like he’s going crazy but you can’t as his expression makes you burst into laughter. and at that moment he lets out the breath he didn’t even know he was holding and shakes his head, laughing at you. “you’re bad… now you’ll have to put up with me” he says as he pins you to the couch and showers you with kisses and love.

⤷ Todoroki you were waiting for the train and he was in front of you while you shared your headphones; his two hands were around your waist affectionately. he leans down and kisses your forehead, pulling you a little closer to him. the moment would be cute if it weren’t for you wiping your forehead; he frowns and puts his fingers to his lips, looking at you he asks “is there something on my lips?” and his expression is so genuine but at the same time a little worried; you shake your head and bite your lip to keep from smiling. he touches your chin with his fingers and tilts your face so you look at him, “what’s wrong? tell me” he asks, eyes curiously scanning yours, as if searching for any trace of lying or anger. you smile playfully at him and your smile is all he needs to understand that it was just a silly joke. he smiles nervously back and you kiss the corner of his lips and his lips, which makes him laugh lightly.

⤷ Denki he would have a fit when you use the back of your hand to wipe his kiss on your lips. “heyyyyyy, don’t do this… don’t you want my kisses?” he asks in a thin but worried voice, making it hard not to laugh. he feels offended but doesn’t show it, but just the blush rising in his cheeks is enough for you to see what he’s feeling. silence taking over the room. “does my breath smell bad?” he says randomly, unable to contain his bubbly laughter. “was it my lunch? oh shit.. i need to go brush my teeth.” he got up, starting hurriedly to the bathroom. you grabbed his shirt quickly. “no wait, i’m just kidding! it was all a joke.” you eased, denki letting out a breathless groan before falling on top of you. “kaminari… get out…” you struggled, squirming under his frame of denial. “that was soo mean… i didn’t think you could do this to me. you’re paying for dinner.” he means it seriously, but you can hear a joke in his voice.

⤷ Tamaki he would feel very confused and insecure for some time. he wouldn’t immediately ask what was wrong because he didn’t know what to say; he kissed your cheek and you quickly wiped it away, it made him very worried and sad, but your behavior towards him didn’t change, which meant you weren’t angry or sad at him. he spends the rest of the day quiet, looking at you sideways and looking away when you look at him. he swallows and scratches the back of his neck as he remembers the scene; he feels so anxious and nervous he can barely talk to you. he doesn’t want to bother you and it ends up hurting you because he looks like a lost puppy with his eyes shining all day. you hug him from behind and he freezes not knowing what to do, you smile and kiss his back, which makes him melt a little. you move a little and take his cheeks in both hands, “hey bubba, it was just a joke! i’m sorry, i thought it would be fun but..” you don’t finish the sentence, just smile weakly. he takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, clearly demonstrating the relief he felt at hearing those words.

⤷ Shinsou

you were watching a new series together and suddenly he feels a tender urge to leave a kiss on your cheek just to distract you a little. you instantly wipe your cheek with your hand and he doesn’t show any kind of reaction. in fact, he helped you wipe your cheek. “the popcorn i made was very buttery, make sure you take it all out so it doesn’t leave any oil on your skin.” you couldn’t even answer, there was no way to answer. you look at him a little confused and he just smiles slightly before turning his attention to the television again. he’s so cute and thoughtful that you couldn’t keep a passionate smile from appearing on your face. you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug. “ugh i’m sorry” you mutter laughing against his shirt and he frowns, patting you on the back. “sorry for what?” he says when you sit in your seat again. “uhm…nothing. forget it” you say and grab a popcorn from him; really buttery

⤷ Hawks he was training and after a while he paused, sweat staining his forehead as you handed him a bottle of water to cool off. a small kiss from him of thanks was the reply, to which you easily wiped it away. “hey what-?” he winked at you with his brow furrowed and his lips still attached to the rim of the water bottle. “what was that?” he gave you a nonsensical look, genuinely confused as to why you didn’t accept his kiss. “what?” you tilted your head innocently, acting as if nothing had happened. “you… wiped my kiss.” he pouted, standing up. you shrugged your shoulders, your face utterly confused almost making your facade crack. you could see the wheels turning in his mind; he shook his head fervently, went back to training as if nothing had happened - but his mind didn’t stop for a single second. and a few minutes later he sat down on the floor. “baby?” you asked, arching your brow at his behavior. “i lost motivation. my love was rejected.” he sighed dramatically, now lying fully on his back. “what do you mean?” you crouched down, leaning in to land a deep kiss on his lips. “woah woah woah woahhh..” he gaped, his eyes bursting with amazement. “it was just a joke, love” you said, and he smiles a little “so i’m going to need a refund to get my motivation back”

⤷ Dabi he liked being the one to receive rather than give, just to see how needy you would have become if you hadn’t received attention from him. he liked to tease you and play with you, and today you thought might be the perfect time to get back at him. “dabi… can i get a kiss?” he looked from his phone to where you were. “now you’re asking so nicely, how could i say no?” maneuvering his head to softly kiss your lips, looking at you as you used the back of your hand to wipe the kiss. “hey.. what is this?” he used his foot to swivel the chair back to where you were sitting next to him “acting like a brat? is this your way of getting back at me?” his dazzling eyes read you like a book. every time. “i had an itch.” your apology proving to be more regrettable than you anticipated in your head. “oh yeah? so please let me help you.”bewildered, you shrank back against the chair with a squeak – dabi advancing on you at an alarming rate. he gives you a breathtaking kiss, the kind of kiss that makes you lose your ground. he pulls away and you’re breathing heavily. “is not fair.” you snorted, but he looked very pleased with himself.

⤷ Shigaraki

you knew it would be wrong to do this to him because he didn’t usually show so much affection through gestures and even without him admitting it, you knew he was insecure. but it was just a joke, it wouldn’t hurt, right? wrong. the moment you wiped your cheek after he gave you a light kiss, he got so angry. he didn’t say anything and that was the problem; he ignored you all day like a sulky child. on the outside he was cold and angry, but on the inside he was so broken and sad. he thought of many things; was it the scars on his lips that bothered you? were you stopping loving him? did you not like his love? he was so confused and ended up showing it in rude ways that made you back off when you went to talk to him. until you finally worked up the courage to tell him it was just a joke; you even showed videos you saw on tiktok of people doing this. he looks at your phone and looks at you, rolls his eyes and goes back to what he was doing before. you leave a kiss on his forehead as an apology and when you leave he smiles in relief.

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mymhameme · 7 months

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Found some more sketches for my undercover Shinsou!au.

My boy is not having a good time.

#shinsou #shinsou hitoshi #hitoshi shinsou #shinso #shinso hitoshi #hitoshi shinso #bnha #mha #my art #“traitor” Shinsou!AU

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taones · 21 days

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tw - flirting, good girl x bad boy, school setting but they are vv much 18+, suggestive, swearing

“How’s my favourite girl today?”

Your best friend tensed up from her seat in front of you. She had chosen to hide out in the stuffy school library to avoid exactly this. She had never been a huge fan of him, but his recent attempts to catch your attention had been grating on her nerves. The boy seemed obsessed with you, following you into the cafeteria and hanging around in the shop you frequented on your way home. Nothing but bad news followed him, and she needed to keep him away from her friend. You were a good student, perfect attendance and good grades - the last thing you needed was someone like him bringing you down.

“Fuck off, she doesn’t want to talk to you” she huffed at the man, “you’re not her type”

He chuckled, placing a hand on the back of your chair. Goosebumps travelled up your body. The musky scent of his aftershave permeated the air around you, settling in your lungs like a cloud. If you could bask in that scent forever you would. The top three buttons of his shirt were undone, tie loosely hung around it. Thin fabric did little to hide the muscle definition of his chest, slight but still very visible to you. And you couldn’t help but peer through the gap. His tan skin contrasted the crumpled white shirt beautifully. You felt your mouth go dry.

“Hmm, I’m not too sure about that one” his voice rang out.

“She seems very interested”

You jumped slightly as his face was far closer to you than you realised. If you were to turn your head slightly, your noses would be just touching. A warm flush flooding your body. You gnawed at your fingernail, peering up at the man next to you through your eyelashes. He dropped his eyelid down in a quick wink and set his sights back on your fuming friend.

“Why won’t you just leave us alone? She’s trying to study”

He tutted.

Next thing you knew the pressure of a wide hand was resting on your shoulder - making you freeze on your seat. The feeling of his warm, calloused palm on your shoulder did nothing to cool your feverish body and you tried desperately not to gasp. In through your nose, out through your mouth, you tried to remind yourself. You couldn’t let him fluster you - then he would be winning.

A warm chuckle sounded from above you. The palm on your shoulder travelled towards your face, lithe fingers gripping your chin gently. He curled his index finger and dragged the knuckle up the soft skin of your throat. It was like you were frozen in place but your body was squirming under your uniform. His actions left you breathless and you couldn’t help but feel he knew exactly what he was doing to you. If the way his eyes trailed up your legs, thighs clenched together under your skirt, was any indication. Soft lips stretched into a smirk.

Leaning forward once again, his eyes met yours under a piercing gaze. He let out a teasing coo in your direction.

“Oh I'm sorry pretty girl, did I scare you?”

- ATSUMU, tsukki, oikawa, SUNA, tanaka (hear me out), kuroo, gojo, KOJIRO, adam, bakugou, SHINSOU, dabi

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frickingnerd · 7 months

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comparing hand sizes with shinsou

pairing: hitoshi shinsou x gn!reader

a/n: just a little drabble for shinsou <3

"your hands are so big…"

you mumbled as you pressed your palms against your best friend's hand, comparing the sizes of your two hands, while shinsou just leaned back and watched you, with an amused smile on his lips.

"is this your way of subtly hinting that you want to hold my hand? because it’s quite cute…"

he teased, intertwining his fingers with you and pulling your hands closer towards him.

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ms0milk · 1 year

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when you suddenly catch a nasty cold

gn!reader ft. todo, bkg, kiri, and (hearts in my eyes) shinsou

i am so ill and these are so silly, indulge me :,) 600ish words ea.

Todoroki starts to cry when you joke about dying.

He’s bought more flowers than can fit into your little apartment, picked up your prescriptions, tissues, juice, a heating pad, cleaned your kitchen, tucked you in– he paged the goddamned family physician– but watching you shiver under a heavy duvet surrounded by all the things that are supposed to help you get better ignites a fear he didn’t know that he had. They aren’t working. You’re still sick because of course you are, it’s only been a few hours, and still he can’t bring himself to move more than an arm’s length away from you because what if– if he leaves and–

“Shouto?”

“Yes,” his response is immediate when you pull him out of the ether. Always is.

I’m not going anywhere,” you croak, too conscious of how strange your voice sounds, “so you don’t have to stay with me all day.”

“I don’t mind.”

Todoroki is a wonderful boyfriend but when was the last time he went to the bathroom?

“You must be bored.”

He leans over you from his spot at the side of your bed and runs a blessedly too-cold hand across your forehead. Bored? Like he could calm down enough for that. “I can’t relax when you’re like this.”

You’d roll your eyes if they ached less, at your beautiful boyfriend and his cluelessly shoujo declarations of love framed by no fewer than two whole flower shops worth of camellias. He turns his hand over to palm your cheeks and wipe the water from your puffy eyes.

“Would you like me to leave?”

You shake your head, smiling under the weight of five thousand pounds of blankets and the heavy dip from his butt at the edge of your mattress. You’re inclined to reach a hand out to grab it, but you don’t have the energy to raise your head let alone fondle your boyfriend.

“There’s no one I’d rather be with in my final hours,” you rasp, joking, obviously joking.

This cold is something evil, chills, aches, snot– the works. But you couldn’t ask for a better nurse. A gentle, thoughtful, sexy, temperature controlled man, a man you would raze the city for, whose hand fits so perfectly in yours and who– whose trembling? You blink back up.

Todoroki’s features don’t shift or soften, his lip doesn’t quiver, but a tear does slip down his cheeks from those pool cool eyes– one after the next until his jaw is lined with them all patiently waiting to fall from his chin.

“Why, why why?” You panic and try to sit up but he comes to you. Todoroki cups your hand tightly in a hot and cold grip and bows over his own lap to rest his head in yours.

“You’re not going to die.”

“What?”

“I promise.”

“Sho, what– no of course I’m not. What’s wrong, baby?”

Your voice is so weak that he has no other choice than to sit back up and reach for the cold compress. He wipes his eyes with renewed determination when he turns back around, “I’ve got you.”

“I’ve got you, Sho. ’m not going anywhere, promise.”

And when the Todoroki family doctor lets himself in, he does consider coming back another time at the sight of you, finally comfortable under a mountain of fabric, and your love curled around you asleep on top of the blankets.

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It’s not until you genuinely collapse that Bakugou realizes something is wrong. He didn’t even hit you that hard.

“You’re wide open today!” The restless pro looms across the arena, grinning. You both come to the agency’s underground ring on Saturdays to train and he’s blasted you clear across the room like he’s actually working for a paycheck.

There wasn’t any amount of money you would have accepted to get out of bed this morning but Bakugou, a less than casual hookup from work, accidentally spent the night and the surprisingly sleep soft rumble of his voice and the gentle kneed of palms as he pulled you back against his body under dawn light– was, persuasive.

The sooner I go in, the sooner I can go home and nurse this headache.

Headache. Naive self-convincing circles your head as you pull yourself to your feet like spinning stars from a goddamned cartoon. This is not a headache. Standing was fine a second ago, and the floor was fine a second ago, but the move from floor to feet fills your sinuses with sudden pressure and immediately the arena starts to swirl.

“C’mon twinkle toes, you’re– Y/n– shit–”

You’re not interested in where that sentence ends today and blessedly you don’t have to hear it because your ears have filled with cotton and you’re sinking back down to your knees. You’ve been congested like this before– it’ll pass in a minute or two, you know how it goes and you’re only embarrassed by the fact you were down so bad for your teammate this morning that you didn’t realize how your body had started to feel.

The vertigo eases somewhat when you rest your head on the ground, but Bakugou has cleared the empty room and already has his domineering hands all over you.

“Y/n? Y/n– do not close your eyes.”

“‘m not concussed, Kats.” But you know the explosive hero’s first fear isn’t exactly a head trauma. “You didn’t hurt me,” you add.

“That doesn’t narrow it down shitforbrains, if I didn’t hurt you then what’s wrong?” His aggressive tone doesn’t match his anxious hold though, and you melt a little when he kneels and pulls you into his lap.

Bakugou definitely doesn’t like the way your head seems too heavy for your neck and tilts himself back just enough for you to lean it against his chest. You look so fucking uncomfortable, scowling, eyes pinched closed. “What hurts?” He rasps as he moves to feel your temperature but his palms are sweating hard from a few quirk ignitions so he stalls, and lowers his forehead to yours instead. You’re soft where he touches you, warm in his hands.

You just need to sit, you don't need the #2 hero to cradle you in his arms like a fallen comrade on the battlefield. Although you don't complain. Your eyes squeeze shut harder as a tiny wave rocks you in the dark and then suddenly one ear releases. “I think I’m getting sick,” you breathe. Carmel in and relief out. “It’s my head–”

“Head hurts?”

“I’m just stuffed up, I– ” the other ear releases, “– just dizzy.”

Bakugou sits on his heels, perched. Should he pick you up? Who just gets dizzy, are you a fucking Victorian child? It’s terrifying to watch– you, his teammate, a capable hero, suddenly unable to stand.

But as the pressure behind your eyes levels out you can lift your head without discomfort. You can bring your arms up around Bakugou’s shoulders and settle your fingers in his hair. Bring him back down from where he’s tried to pull away.

Your foreheads bump again, “I’m okay.”

He growls, “I don’t believe you.”

So the hero takes you home. He makes sure you’re horizontal and goddamned tucked in before he slips from your front door and scares the shit out of you an hour later with a vice grip on some grocery bags and your apartment keys slipped around his middle finger. It’s almost romantic, the way he snaps at you to hold still while he dabs antiseptic on your scratches from sparring, or glares venom from behind the stove when you hobble to the kitchen to see what smells so good.

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When Kirishima lets himself in and you’re asleep on the kitchen floor, worry overrides his confusion.

You won’t pick up his calls, but he’s never missed a movie night and he’s not about to start today! He throws your front door open with his copy of your apartment key still in it and kicks off his gym crocs as loudly as he can manage so you can hear him come in. The last thing he wants is to startle you.

But you’re the one who nearly kills him when he slips through the genkan, arms full of snacks and catches sight of your slippered foot stretched out on the ground behind the corner of the kitchen wall.

He’s on his hands and knees faster than he can even take a full step, dropping glass soda bottles and soft melon bread alike from his arms, as he scrambles to where you must be lying lifeless on the other side of the entrance.

“Y/n–! Ah, huh.”

And you are, in a way, lifeless on the ground, but you’re breathing. And smiling? Curled up on the white tiles in front of the sink cabinet.

“Y/n?” Kirishima doesn’t wait to ponder, instead placing a hand on the side of your head to begin the checks for a vertebral injury. But you coo, something completely unintelligible, and you’re much too warm. You tilt your face into his palm and every inch of you is hotter than the next.

“Y/n? C’mon on back to me Y/n, you gotta tell me what’s wrong.”

Maybe it’s the chill of the floor or the addition of his other hand cupping your cheek, but your lashes heft apart just enough to register who it is trying to resuscitate you in the kitchen.

“Ei?”

Kirishima, always handy in a fire, has every hospital route an EMT could ever need memorized from all his volunteer work with the fire department and mentally scrolls through every single one as you try to form a sentence.

“you shouldn’t be here, Eiji, m’sick.”

“What?”

“flu,” you murmur and pull your hands to your side to try and rise. Kirishima doesn’t register anything not directly related to whether or not you’re suffering from blunt force trauma– except for the fact he could recall the exact date and time your dream drowsy smile falls and perks back up again now for the next fifty years unprompted.

“–tried to text you,” you manage as the redhead helps you sit up. The sentence comes out in gasps instead of coughs as you try to spare the air of any extra germs, “I can’t watch the movie tonight."

He laughs with pent up anxiety and simultaneous relief– he’s taken that charming fireman’s knee at your side and you wish in your flu-addled state that you’d stayed unconscious long enough for him to hoist you into his arms. Instead Kirishima places both of his big soft hands back around your face to brush away the dust and crumbs.

“Why are you on the floor?”

“‘got hungry,” you admit openly because you know it’ll make him smile, and with his face this close to yours you’ll be able to watch the skin around his eyes crinkle up too. “Then tired. I just needed to sit for a bit.”

His eyes do crinkle up. And his teeth bit at his lip like he’s trying not to be amused.

“Y/n, you are very sick. And very sweaty.” And the sweetheart, the biggest crush you’ve ever had, your closest friend, the man you dreamed of on the kitchen floor, asks if he can carry you to the bath.

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Why are you breathing so hard? Shinsou is the only pro in the office that you can’t hide a goddamned thing from. Maybe it’s because he works primarily in the underground– observant, sneaky– that it’s obvious, they way you wobble on your feet when your eyes are closed too long, or the sudden effort it takes you just to climb the stairs.

Is he supposed to be able to focus on paperwork with you trying to catch your breath in a hallway when you think no one’s around? None of your sidekicks are brave enough to ask why you wore a mask to work today, but it’s summer and the air pollution gets bad enough that some of them have to too. Are they really all that stupid? Has he done the worst hiring job of any pro in the city?

“Shinsou,” you murmur across the now-empty end of day office and he whips around because god knows how many times you’ve tried to get his attention while he’s been off in space.

“Yeah boss?”

Your voice is rough with sick when you reply and it would be so fucking sexy if it didn’t remind him to be so anxious about your wellbeing. “I’ve told you not to call me that, you haven’t been my sidekick for years,” and then you’re smiling even as you hold back a cough, “makes me feel old.”

“You are older than me.”

“By a year!” You sputter and then your lungs take over, heaving and hacking so hard you have to double over your desk to steady your forehead against something. Shinsou’s on his feet immediately, navigating the office in sweats and his capture gear to get to you.

What happened? This morning it was just a tickle at the top of your throat but the aches sank from your head, down your spine, and flooded through your body just as quickly as the sun’s shadow crawls across a stone. Which is to say, all day long and all too slowly to realize you probably should have called in sick.

“Here.” A cool hand materializes on the back of your neck and you roll your head to the side to check what exactly has arrived for you. With his free hand Shinsou presses a paper water cup forward, which you’d love to take if you had the energy to pull your mask down.

“went to school together n’ everything,” you breathe.

“Boss, you should go home for the night, I’ll– I can finish this paperwork.”

By now the dark-eyed hero has sunk slowly into a crouch beside your chair and keeps a careful hand on your back to ensure you don’t slip to the floor sideways one way or the other. Thank god he sent the rookies home because stupid or otherwise, you'd have to be braindead not to notice this adoration that he can’t seem to get a handle on.

“Shinsou,” you murmur again, just as sexily as last time and he feels just as much if not more shame at how lovely it is to hear you call to him sweet and low, “I can’t get up.”

“What?”

That’s it though. There’s no trick or test. Shinsou has a fucked up sleep schedule from all his overnight patrols so he always stays in the office late, but you? You’ve been trying to rally for the last two hours and now you’ve used all your energy teasing a man whose eyes go bright every time you say his name. It serves you right, collapsing at your desk after using the last of your strength to squeeze as many Shinsous as you could into an evening.

“call me a taxi?”

He rises to his feet, “Will you even be able to get up your front steps?”

“sure hope so.”

“Do you feel nauseous?” He’s shuffling around the room now, plucking keys from hooks, and you watch him sideways with your head still resting in the day’s paperwork. “You gonna aspirate if I let you go home alone?”

“if god’s feeling extra silly”

He scoffs to hide the smile. Shinsou returns to your side to lay his faded denim jacket over your shoulders and then crouches again at eye level.

“Y/n,” he urges, and rests a hand to the back of your head to get your attention, “If I carry you downstairs, will you be able to hold onto me?”

Downstairs is a bluff. With you snug and mostly unconscious between his jacket and his back, Shinsou carries you home. Face full of your clothes, hair, quirk, whatever’s getting in his eyes, under the stars, and down back streets to avoid any publicity, the hero tries to walk gently enough that you don’t whimper from the impact of his steps.

“Thank you...Toshi,” you whisper just when he thinks you’ve finally fallen asleep and the big bad underground pro almost stumbles hard enough to fly.

#i think i probably need firefighter kirishima inside of me #shinsou wanting to fuck his pretty boss now has a gravitational pull that teeters on allconsuming #todoroki x reader #kirishima x reader #shinsou x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #bnha drabble #mha drabble #does anyone spell it #shinso x reader #?#that feels psychotic

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